Pretty Girls Make Graves

𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔

Casey's parents found me in the closet within two hours after the incident. From their tear stained, shocked faces they were abosultley horrified. I remember wobbly standing up and staggering towards the garden, only to be pulled back by Paul and Sandra. I pulled and shoved them out of the way, wanting to get to Casey. They let me go and I ran out into the pitch black garden. I immediately saw her, hanging from our favourite tree. My eyes widened at the sight, her guts were everywhere. More descriptively it was like she had been ripped from the inside, outwards. I fell to my knees screaming as Paul tried his best to gentley wrestle me back into the house. I should have helped her, but being the selfish person i was, i hid in the damn closet. I couldn't even remember how i got there. One minute i was trying to save Steve's life, the next i woke up in a closet with a throbbing headache surrounded by dozens of books and shattered porcilene.

"Mackenzie! Mackenzie!" Yelled someone from across the street, as i walked to school the next day. I glanced round to see who it was as most people called me Kenzie rather than Mackenzie. It was a news reporter dressed in a yellow shirt and skirt. "How does it feel to have your cousin brutally murdered and to nearly be killed yourself?" She yelled as I looked round at her. I angrily stuck up my middle finger and carried on walking. "Mackenzie! MACKENZIE! WHAT HAPPENDED LAST NIGHT? CAN YOU TELL US ALL THAT HAPPENED?" Another voice shouted over to me, this time from my side. I was literally surrounded by dozens of reporters, pushing a shoving trying to get to me. "Can you please fuck off!" I exclamied, pushing them away. "Can you-" One of the reporters started. "HEY! You heard her, fuck off and leave her alone" Another voice yelled, this time coming from behind me. I huffed, turning around "Stu I don't need you to be-" I moaned and stopped mid sentence. It wasn't Stu, in fact he didn't look anything remotely like him. He smirked slightly, seeing my reaction. "Sorry- I thought you were someone else" I murmured, my face turning red from embarassment. He ran his hand through his brown hair and smiled. "It's alright, sweetheart" He said walking up the steps to school. There was something familiar about him. I could have sworn I had seen him before. "So. Are you ok?" He asked, still following me through the corridoor. God. Did everyone know what happened last night? I nodded, not saying anything. I was totally not ok. How was I supposed to pretend for a whole day that I was? I got to my locker and unlocked it. The guy did the same next to me. I wonder why I didn't see him yesterday, given his locker was next to mine, I thought.

I pulled out a black notebook and a cream coloured folder. "Hey Kenzie.." Someone said making me jump. I looked around to see Sydney standing behind me, a sorrowful look plastered over her pretty face. "Hey Sydney" I said blankly, trying my best to not show any emotion. Sydney raised her eyebrows at this and said nothing. She went and stood by the guy I was previously talking to and he wrapped an arm around her. Oh wow, was that Sydney's mysterious boyfriend? "KENZIEEEEE!!!" Someone shreiked from th end of the hallway , making me snap back to relality. I froze not knowing what to expect, everyone turning their heads towards me. It was strange to have not just everyone looking my name but them knowing my name. I was greeted by Stu launching himself into me, giving me a bear hug. "Shit, Stu" I exclaimed, giggling at what i thought was a massive overeaction. He held me tightly, not letting go when i pulled away. "Stu man, let her go" Sydney's boyfriend laughed in a strange manner. Stu let me go and stood beside Tatum. "He thought you died" Explained Tatum, rolling her brown eyes. I held my breath for a second. "That was Casey, Tatum" Sydeny pointed out, harshly. "Oh..." Tatum whispered, looking down at the floor. I cleared my throat and said "I mean at least im not dead?" sounding unsure whether it was a good thing that I was alive and Casey wasn't. Casey had more of a life than I ever did. All I had to live for was The Smiths, a band who don't know I exist and broke up nearly nine years ago.

They all nodded, except Sydney's boyfriend who hadn't taken his eyes off me since arriving to school. I swore I'd seen him some place before but just couldn't put i finger to it. Tatum picked up on my confusion as I glanced over at him. "This is Billy" She introduced him. "Sydney's boyfriend" She added. I was right he was her boyfriend. So why the hell was he looking at me like that? The bell rang, cutting off my trail of thought. "I've got film studies" I said quickly, shoving my notebook in my Mazzy Star tote bag. Stu grinned at Billy. "So does Billy." He pointed. "Funny that..." he murmured quietly so only Billy could hear. Billy pulled a threating face at him. What the hell was going on? "Great! Kenzie you can save us a walk and just go with Billy" Tatum smiled sweetly. She was so sweet to me. Billy beckoned me over to him, walking the opposite way down the corridoor to the others. I hesistantly followed him, charging off. Once we arrive at the classroom, I went over to the empty teachers desk to ask where I should sit. "Just sit next to me" Billy watched my curiously as I sat down beside him and thumped my notebook down onto the desk infront of me.

BILLY'S POV:

I hadn't seen her since the hospital. She was practically the same. The way she held herself, her slightly angsty way of doing things, the way she bit her bottom lip when she looked at me, the way her leg bounced when she grew nervous. Her hair was longer, blonder too, it falling down in layers. Her glasses were the same clear ones that made her look as if she was still living in the 80s. She was utterly fascinating.

BACK TO MACKENZIE'S POV:

"What?" I asked Billy. He had his chin resting under his hand, wonderingly staring at me with his brown eyes. He blinked hardly and looked away. "You're slightly creepy, you know that?" I laughed at his bored expression as the teacher came into the room. "Yeah, but I know you love it" He winked, pulling out his notebook too. I rolled my eyes and tried to concentrate on what the teacher was saying to the class. "So today we are looking at the film Psycho directed by Alfred Hitchcock" I huffed boredly. I had already watched the film three times before. "Sir, I've already watched it" Billy moaned loudly, smirking at me as he did. My eyes widened, he had already since it like me. "So have I" I added, getting a reaction out of Billy. He leant over my table, "You like Hitchcock?" He murmurs. I laughed "Surely that's a rhetorical question?". He smirked again and turned his attention back to the teacher. "Well, you two are going to have to watch it again. "The teacher said to us, sounding excited that we had both already watched it. Billy pulled out his bag and dumped it onto his table. I watched him intently, wondering what he was going to pull out. "There better not be a dead body in there." I joked quietly, my mind blanking Casey's death for a short moment. Billy sniggered and put his finger to his mouth, telling me to shush. "Sorryyyy" I grinned and focused back to the film just starting. After a couple of minutes of rustling and me shushing, Billy pulled out a large bag of popcorn. Why it took him so long to pull it out, who knows. He laughs at my expression and throws me the bag. I opened it slowly, trying not to disturb the people who had already seen the film before. I threw a couple into my mouth and chucked Billy the bag back. He was a strange guy, but I liked him. A lot.

A/N: Ngl I don't know who's reading this and even if it's any good, but oh well it's fun to write imao :)